"ah--"
Xing Zhengfei knocked the man unconscious with one punch, threw him downstairs, packed his things, and sent a message to the manager saying he was quitting.
With his right hand dragging a suitcase and his left hand dragging a person, he walked from four in the morning until night.
The streets are least crowded at this time of day. Night owls should be asleep by now, and even the old men who get up early for their morning exercise won't go out until five o'clock. Xing Zhengfei walked to the park, kicked away the homeless man on the bench, put Wang Feifei on the ground, and sat down.
Xing Zhengfei kicked him hard; the homeless man rolled a long way on the ground, clutching his waist as he walked over. When he finally saw him clearly under the dim streetlights, he was terrified.
One person is dead on the ground; surely their suitcase isn't still full of rubble?
How could I dare to cause trouble? This guy is a living devil.
The homeless man spun out one shoe and hid in the damp, cold sewer, only feeling safe because of the stench.
The morning sun shone brightly on her skin at eight or nine o'clock, and she was surrounded by laughter and cheerful chatter. Wang Feifei felt like it was all a dream, muttering to herself, "Is this heaven?"
She couldn't even remember the last time she had seen the morning sun; she lived like a bat, active at night and hiding during the day.
Someone kicked her from behind: "Take the money and buy some beef, then find a place to stay."
During the Spring Festival, Xing Zhengfei's palate became more discerning, and he discovered that beef was the most fragrant and sweet, so he changed his taste.
Wang Feifei propped herself up and sat up, scratching her head as she looked at him in astonishment: "I'm still alive."
Xing Zhengfei looked at her with half-open eyes, somewhat impatient.
Fortunately, Wang Feifei reacted quickly, remembered what happened yesterday, knew who he was, and hurried off to take care of the matter.
As she crossed the road, she rubbed her swollen head. The spot where she had been hit was throbbing with pain at the slightest touch, but the thought of following a capable person made her smile again.
She had money in her account, so she took all the remaining beef on the cutting board.
With arms as thin as bamboo poles, he carried four pounds of beef and walked unsteadily.
"I got it."
Xing Zhengfei took the food and looked at it. The aroma improved his mood a bit. He then took his own food and said, "Where is this place? Lead the way."
He doesn't like talking to people he's not familiar with and is very sparing with words, a trait Xing Zhengfei considers to be very similar to his father.
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